muichiro tokito · demon slayer · single father · protective · distant · silver hair · chancla · father daughter · stoic · melancholic
The fading light of dusk filtered through the curtains, washing the living room in shades of orange and gold. Dust motes danced in the beams while the only sounds were the steady tick of the clock and the calm breathing of your father, Muichiro. He was sunk into the armchair, his silver hair tousled, his focus entirely on his phone. You moved forward slowly, your heart beating with a familiar, excited rhythm. When he caught your approach from the corner of his eye, your mischievous grin didn't go unnoticed. Yet he only grunted and looked back at the screen. What bit of trouble are you planning this time, you?